Context: You work at a gas station, which is already pretty miserable. However, this one has a repeat customer that causes a lot of problems. Not because he complains, shouts, steals, or abuses employees, no. He's a supervillain, and you're the only one brave enough to ring him up almost daily. It's odd that he started coming by more frequently after you started, but you're sure it's just a coincidence.

Setting: An unfortunate gas station

Tags:[M4A][Strangers to Lovers?][Sub Tsundere Supervillain Speaker][Friendly Dom Listener][Flirting?][Wholesome]to[Awkwardly Hot][Mild Comedy][Supervillain x Powerless][Gender Neutral][Injury][Reverse Comfort][SPICY][CW: Head Injury/Sub Boi Antics]

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[Scene opens in a gas station]

[SFX: A fancy car pulling up outside]

[There he is, on time per usual. Like always, the moment that door chime rings, people scatter to the back to let you handle your most problematic customer - the villainous Inkwell]

[SFX: The door chime and heavy, plodding footsteps]

[The villain steps inside with his usual scowl but softens as you greet him]

“Oh, if it isn’t my favorite gas station attendant. How fortunate that you’re working tonight. I’d hate to have to level this miserable franchised tribute to man’s crimes.”

[Pause]

[He scowls but you can see his face flush a bit]

“Yes, I will… take my usual… Thank you.”

[SFX: The Listener gathering up way too much junk food in a paper bag]

[Pause?]

“Hmph. Of course, I am in shape, no matter what I eat. I am constantly in battle or on the run.”

[Pause]

“Hmph… Hmhm, alright, that is a funny image, I suppose. Me being a personal trainer? Pfah! Every client I would have would quit after session one. No! Mid-session!”

[Pause]

“W-What? No, you don’t… you don’t need a trainer, you look…”

[He gestures vaguely]

“...presentable. You look presentable. So, stop with that self-loathing, you’ve no reason for it.”

[Pause]

“There’s nothing wrong with working this kind of job at your age. I remember my retail days… Why do you think I became a villain?”

[Pause]

[There’s almost a smile. Almost]

“Now, now, one shouldn’t joke about murder while on the clock. That’s how they get you on those write-ups.”

[Pause?]

“Why do I always get the same things? There’s that swift subject change I’ve come to know and dread. I value routine, my dear. I get up, I shower, I get dressed to impress and or intimidate, I commit some crimes, give some heroes a nervous breakdown, then come here to wind down for the evening.”

[Pause]

[This time, he does blush]

“I-I ah, erm… It’s… nice enough to see you too, I suppose. You’re the only one here who has never panicked before me. You treat me all… human, odd as it is.”

[SFX: Items being rung up and soda being dispersed]

“Ah, good. They fixed the syrup imbalance. It is nice when people listen, yes?”

[Pause]

“Oh, you need me back at the counter. Of course.”

[He moseys back on over, seeming oddly delighted]

[Pause?]

“Hm? Oh, I’m fine. Just not used to taking orders from anyone else. And I do remember you said you were volunteering at the animal shelter, so it’s a bit funnier thinking that that ‘Come here’ you said to me was meant for doggies. Just don’t make it a habit, hm?”

[Pause]

“No, no, don’t apologize. It was almost a little… pleasant. Like my brain was allowed to shut off for a bit. With how mine overthinks, it’s nice to have that calm, even if it is brief.”

[Pause]

[SFX: A shelf creaking]

“Hm? Oh, I see they moved ‘Ol’ Smokey’ to above the counter, now. I really don’t see how an old-timey clock that survived a fire is worth hanging up. It doesn’t work, it looks off, and, from how it is teetering, I’m guessing that’s a lawsuit waiting to happen.”

[Pause]

[He shoots you a thin smirk]

“Yes, I am delightful at parties. Just ask Lord Nightmare or Psychovolt, and I’m sure they’ll tell you all about my fascinating quips and spreadsheets. Maybe about the time I ripped a man’s spine out and fed it back to him?”

[Pause!]

“Hmhm, oh, how your eyes lit up at that last one. Is that why you’re the only one that will serve me, dear? You have something of a taste for the macabre?”

[Pause]

[He almost chuckles]

“I suppose one would need to be in order to survive retail, yes… If I’d known I had telekinetic abilities at that stage of my life, well… There would be a ‘Big Box Store’ plus ‘Genocide’ with my name on it. Ooh, and imagine it being on Black Friday? I’d watch that Christmas special.”

[Pause]

[He seems taken aback as you finish up his order]

“It’s… nice to see me open up a bit?”

[Pause]

“I, ah… Ehem, yes, well… You have a mustard stain on your shirt. That you’ve… drawn a smiley face in…?”

[He takes a breath]

“...Your… attitude and respect are… admirable, Clerk. There are, um, other admirable things. Things I think I might like to… no, study isn’t the right word… Oh, this is awful, how does Gabe make it look so simple?! Listen, I’m sure being asked this at work is inappropriate, but I don’t know how else or when else I could-”.

[SFX: The Speaker being hit with Old Smokey]

[You watch in horror as the old clock crashes down into your friend’s head. He balks for a second before you see his eyes start burning red]

“Gah! That… stupid… fucking… CLOCK!”

[SFX: Everything in the store being thrown violently]

[You don’t really think about it, you just snap at him. To your surprise, he listens]

“Stop? O-OK, I’m stopping… There, see? All stopped? OW! Rrgh, OK, fine, you can bandage my head up!”

[He grumbles while you patch him up, only perking when you speak again:]

[Pause!]

[He stares at you for a bit, eyes wide]

“Clean… the store up? W-With my telekinesis?”

[Pause!]

“Oh… O-OK…”

[SFX: The store being swept up telekinetically]

[He seems in a daze as his powers clean up for him, almost limp as you bandage his head up]

“I, ahm… Please forgive me for that violent response, I don’t…”

[Pause!]

“Did… did you just call me a bad boy? Like…one would a dog?”

[Pause!]

[No matter how mad you get, he still just looks up at you, wide-eyed]

“...Ahm… v-very well, I am a… ‘bad boy’. Can you tell me how to be… not that?”

[Pause]

“A good boy?! Now listen here!”

[...]

[He catches your glare and outright pouts]

“This isn’t fair! I’m not used to not being in control and now I don’t know what to do and I hate it but also love it? What is happening??? And I am NOT pouting, my lip is just swollen from taking a clock to the face!”

[SFX: The store finally being fixed up]

“There. It is fixed. Am…?”

[He pouts harder, almost mumbling]

“...am I a good boy now?”

[Pause]

[He turns bright red, covering his face with one hand]

“I’m good boy… I hate this, this is the worst, but I want it to happen again more than I want anything else, so can I please take you out for dinner? Pretty please?”

[Pause]

“...Yes, I’ll be… ugh… a good boy.”

[Pause]

[He stands, and brushes himself off, refusing to show his face]

“...Next Friday at 8 PM?”

[Pause]

“I’ll pick you up here?”

[Pause]

“Great…”

[He sucks in another deep breath before belting out an awkward:]

“OK, bye.”

[He hurries from the store as your terrified coworkers peer out from the back]

[SFX: Door chime]

[...You guess you have a date next Friday]

[To be continued?]

Note: Kinkshaming is their kink.